Earth as a Birthday Cake

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Kreia’s hatred of the Force is further spurred by a windmill to merry waters of all that bounce together Bunny on both sides of feeling, holding hands of marts for futures that beg supremacy of a ruler, or hold treasures and true life-long~gifts as soft-ponds ruminating into galloping forges of stagnation uprooted for your best friend.
Raticate is the will of the world, the soul of the symphony, the crack of dawn, and the soul of Exeggutor upon which the tempest can come back to haunt you, electrifying the cross of glory, and resurrecting galleries from pages, transforming into Tyranitar at will, or even the fable of the story.

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By doing away with themes or qualities or meat, the golden-stars reverse steps, becoming the roots of the bipolar-frost~energy being the Rose~colored-genius of the lost in thought and wildly reflective over crossing clouds of question and thought to party pendulum love stroking cabinet hacking of position storied barns of rampage grappled planet tunes freaking out left flipper puff ball fable.
The Apprentice of Extremities was granted 1 Wish – The Star of the show was meeting your Father as the stick of Police, Avo’s Tear, Solari’s Purity, Rainbow’s rooster of everlasting friendship shoreline wall portal trial listener for the table broken crawl space of Caterpie, electrified, static, chasms of Fissures and earth as a birthday cake.

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The castles were converging as the starlight destiny of eternity, silver as the screens of glass-circlets, the Hero of Oakveil as a towered orientation to the dark side, and Nintendo Power replacing shoes on horses of voids fulfilled to Maximum-overtime redemption, the rods of the chosen extending their branches, and clicking from both side~trains and exiting earth minerals, so being clubbed to death as the restriction of fullness is the beach of champion = Silver (Blue), being followed by evil later, with both sides of Rhydon helping to better anchor you into Magnet-trains of Pupitar’s finest-triumph being supremacy missing a capstone, because spraying oranges became party hairs sinking Jesus into rumors of roasted storms cloak orbital brown rough houses fighting and disturbing the blood bath from Bunny, feeling the force of floating omens, or just celebrating victory forever, giving no thought to the future, and just being free.

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Jesus as Zang is an actor under the will of the almighty as the blasts offer refurbished and better deal deluxe lottery grove voluminous vehicular train exit ditch span needle cactus, rockets reversed as diaries for doubles of symbols, songs trumping bondages, Healing rainbows cracked a laugh to death with both waves of water and walking through fire.

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The internet is open; Tyranitar is free. The Present crosses Purity both ways. Red is the top step. The highest bandwidth of communication is the extremity upon which rocking-altitudes are exposed, mathematical certainties for the electrocution of Rainbows around bade abysses for Africans singing with storied corruption of creation. Creation is deeply flawed or tainted, corrupt or imprisoned. It’s the fish upon which Gold = microwave
The nonsense of inside-alleys as beating stands = forks
The fork is standing up as Sabrina, so she was wearing evil-devil~horns

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The group of your gossip being the refreshment of sponges for all kinds of cows and badges mixing together
Singing and dancing and flying and squiggling, holding hands together for the wings of far away jungles and jails where guards joke about security to marry shark sticks was jamming all into your peanuts, so tropical-tree~paradises being orange-juice for travelers was a lot like the trajectory of missiles for the tallest-tales fishing and shoving crooked-plastic for rough genes being game-cubes that lay down zithers, and give up their arsenals were zooming in for moods.

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The present of the implants as the chronicles of eternity had the time-jars upon which rage for your tempest-forest~fire was gary replaying discs atop palaces trying tricks for SolitaryWalker, Gold beats Red on the Road, and rides deer being Tractor beams for pulling up all of your barriers being Rainbows.
Victory for the Horn is Meganium as AHiddenWorld, and the Tempest-Fire of her forest igloos recovered all points of purity, and weaved their Projects into Will’s Rainbow busting down Rays of Sunshine, because Meganium was free too, and the magic of magnets was the aftermath of the symphony, just pulling you wherever you need to be, and combing Pie’s Hair, because days that real grease as the slippery slow. The valley was covered with perception as the purity of your veils going over and around
Money being the inverse of your orb as a magnet train was the underlying thought of armies united and vibrating Rainbow tryouts for soccer-fudge being a unicorn-vote, so the power of one as the prison of perception was post-portal~stop as Darth Traya

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Darth-Traya was ripped to pieces, so the graveyard was gargantuan with her lightbulbs, and snow as the wands of her hands was bringing states together as the bounds of doubles being bondage for destiny, reversing Meganium into magnets
Rainbows was magnetized with baptized-plates, giving power ranger insect buddies brands, or fresh as Yugioh shirts. Lucas Sims = Silver Truck, Freezer, Universe, Big-Crunch, Internet, Solar Beam, Meganium
Shadows were gargantuan hallways for missiles being stolen, so barbed-wire covers your beds, and magic beams of maximillion pegasus awaken your millennium items, so keys opening uneven spaces for far greater breakthroughs was meeting endless expansion as the clock tower super-nexus of hoses and collars reading rainbows, or even god grounded and crumpling up palpatine shocked and shunned
So soil is like the lion of the fool for a toothbrush of Omega helping to burst free your mom’s singing voice, so space being the god-send of the Apprentice

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The Ubermensch is that Lightning and that Frenzy, a colored Witch-fork of infinite futures, or a detachment of rain to shower the surface with ripples, innocent drops of thoughts that shatter souls, so Lugia is frozen forever, or the dragons are awakening as Final-Annihilator~genes for the doves of lotion to Shakespeare and Fear, like incineration being the middle of Bowser to burst his big-belly
The Grand secret lies in the “rocks” and the grand human design code-Oracle encrypted in virtually all of his other mystical paintings, Teleport~Cerulean-Telephone
DaVinci, being all wise and snapping, or just trying to crack and apple was filled with fruits and herbs from a berry that hypnotizes people, a psychotic dream-sandal of an owl or night-thief, a right and fitting crown. Was he a genius or was he somehow connected to the tree of Life? This resurrection file roosted a crease for his binder, a kind of laughing face or tryout for the squares, so we slip down into a dining-hall, and hit a night-core~star playing checkers, perhaps even an Alakazam attachment for spoons.
The source of all Knowledge = Alakazam, Slowking, Scizor, Sandslash, Hitmonlee, Typhlosion, 1st, Ruby, Sapphire, Soccer, Bunny, up, cleat, afroditegoneawry

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Sabrina’s Omnipotent – King Arthur (unknown to me) may at least have a connection to Salamence. Taken at face value, in the Grail we have a stone or crystal-like~object of variable physicality that emits powerful life-force energy, can translate thoughts into material foodstuffs, has seeming intelligence and volition, functions “Oracularly,” and requires high spiritual integrity from those who wield and serve it lest they be destroyed by it.
The “other-worldly” branches off and sub-divides the continuum. The door of the Ubermensch is to the left.
*The highest form is “speaking Rainbows”!

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The clock tower square is dropping down a big giant box of mystery. That’s Indiana Jones “security-click”
Just throwing random spoons everywhere, your wand falls in evil when faith is lacking, holding it up to the sun, and seeing it all turn to mush, a curtain of betrayal where the stars stream by, so the sky is the limit. Bayleef was listening to the foil of Jets. A glorious dream! Though now the glories fade. Alas!
Alaska is the limit! *The Forest Faded into Blue for Azura’s Star, Invisible-Oracle~internet! The big brown Bunny statue is melting when you worship it.

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Perhaps he can take off plates or certain blissful annihilating bolts of armor. It was a boyhood dream of mine to steal into that platform with support. There’s certain ethical guidelines or theoretical boundaries that you write into the air. It was an orb of misery’s sanctuary-destruction. It just represents a work-hard~approach, or all of a sudden twisting and deviating or turning. Can you make a sand-box full of arboretums that stretch? That would be like suspending a star-dust~canopy that you could throw the ocean over and observe the moon-tides. We can name or call your owl after walking collar-breeze of a magician’s tap-dance.
Misery forms a strong shadow of a still winter in your family. It was a prison that bound the shattering vanity of your hope in positive percentages. If offered a moment of still contemplation to stand raptured in awe, a special talisman or earth-binding~sphere that spoke of a dawn-tempest~Purity. It was a certain replacing or fragmentation of snowmen, an ancient-earth~mystery that can dive us into the dreams of soil, pause or understand and breathe a ruined mania.
There’s no inserstion, time-holders, or planes on this map. You fall in love with the dream-catching~symphony of Yoda, the greatest of all of the Jedi-masters ever, stronger even than (on-earth) Palpatine), though he wrote hieroglyphics into a dust-silent~tapestry.

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So who’s the greatest Jedi-Master of all~time? Count Dooku activating the Dark Reaper.
So why is Yoda the most perfect-rebirth of divine~wisdom? He’s very patient or enduring and time replacing, maybe the fewest with mistakes and lack of judgment, the Lightning of all things. He is an arbiter, the new resurrection of glass with Ebony.
There’s an orb standing over a multifaceted duplication of Christmas, and this shed repeats for weaknesses into a merry gathering.
Yoda replays a diamond-time~scale on crossbow-dragon~eyes. This could implicate the destruction of illusory-transpiring. There’s no clarity or focus and extreme integration either. It’s just that your hips don’t lie! A local boy kicked me in the butt last week. You stab a big-giant~pitchfork into the mouth of the Apprentice, the city of a big-giant~cloud+jumper for waving like crazy, Xbox-360. Guys were really entertained and fascinated by a Turbine’s disturbance! It offered all kinds of imprisonment-tile~spectra, an upside rumble of Love that was acting like scuba-divers all over the lava~lamps of directives and grounds. A forest-retraction~time+bending/scheme

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Yoda is missing a certain heart-fire or elemental~rage. It was an arboretum like Disney World, a dream-gathering of the star-lit~canvas!
This blew forth a giant-torrential~downpour, a blizzard of unrelenting swords. It was just shooting contingencies. It was taking a razor all over the birth-day~cake of your perception. It wore a tangled-beard of refilling-UFO~tanks bathing in a silk-night~Knight, a cursed-castle that was pushed into a Porygon-hexagram, and flooded to death by clubs. Whether the invisible seeps in or the sword was sinister, you were crying up tears into the light of all force, and cutting them with a zither. Victory for the Horn is the unknown-escalator of imprisoned~Purity, whatever the Transcendental-spire means. It was a Luciferian-Hose~head that shot you all over the place, so you moved really quickly through a McDonald’s Arch-way. This was the castle~bishop, drinking rubies and getting ready for an unexpected trip falling out of a screaming window. The preacher was immediately electrified, blaming bubbles that put bars all over binders, the internet-genie.

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If we substitute knowledge for books, then father time can remove unfolding. Crows shout an ancient-diamond~treasury+trajectory, an amulet of the lion’s vanity, so ruins were cascading upon a fixed-horizon as a stirring~fraction of the bare-ending~excitement for a little dipper of Jet-annihilated~peaks. You were wearing a sun-circlet of showers, an infinite-directory of advice, drinking a Jet-shipper of boomerang-foam, continually washing up on the shore in pale-buckets of gray, a growling time~tempest of the retracting sea that spreads seeds everywhere, a tu-tu or wild~flower of dream-sacred~fame, tearing away the covers of something rather than nothing.
This answers the question and vaguely summarizes the ghost of Maiden’s Peak and a Frost-Fallen~Will. The way-shrine was the Tempest of the dawn~sacrifice, an inside-out~orb+parameter, an abomination of the sworn-duty~pain that suspends a blood~fountain-wall, digging ginormous magical circlets of shiny lust, and breaking a sick owl fear that counters a flying reception crease, and a raptor rapidly generated growth from a powerplant, the annihilating thunderbolt of construction, so with hip-hop and music bands ever increasing, the whiskers offer entertainment, performances whispering to a Thunder-chess~board, the aftermath of an Ebony Arboretum with trees that carry whispers in the evening

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Higher Man – Yoda is inexorably included to say the very least; that’s indisputable! He’s casting off a shell, evolving to a higher-state. The lesson of perception is better for offering picnics for the constant replacing of original dials, and eat a bunch of ice cream, the oldest feathers of a star-lit~canopy. This would imply the immediate resolution of a time-bending~cycle. In this regard we can better whirl or bring into climb a Bunny-guardian~stream. This is what leaves the original parameters, and speaks freely into shapes. By better speeding or having a certain high-flying~circus, the Rosicrucian-nexus of gardens has regenerating dream arrows and light house swords of the higher man.
So it deals with retaining or seizing authority. Is BunnyRaptor supposed to have more authority on the seizing-page, I think not! The fuse of the sofa entered the Prophet! This created a dream-catching~liberty+bell for skyscrapers to turn pale white, where the owl is waving or dancing and squeezing bellies and fence-links. So Maze in Fable is Zarathustra, the computer of the mainframe, the end of breathing, and the guide of fame!
So the idea is the Highest-Path! So who never makes mistakes? Yoda – an ancient collar of divine wisdom exists somewhere, a dizzy seat of tyrannous horses for a hailing capstone of trajectory mania for hieroglyphics of a magical creation just shouting out at the crossroads of destiny, so this levels or balances both bears of impossibility, and offers you a soda for learning to speak a new language.

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How can you not think it’s awesome when Bunny’s flying up in the air like a hot-dog with you in a diagonal? This is the horizon of ways, Mrs. Powers
The gates were opened for the ocean of cost-barriers and fines. There’s no edge or visible spectrum, metric of measurement. No standardized system of agreement, or even fixed solidity. Nothing changes or evolves, flows or touches. It was rocking a chair of a match-engineered~God, a birthday cake of a crowning festival, or a collar of Will. With subservience and guidance to the pillars, everything wins, erases you from existence, or calls a knot for the root-canal, so christmas was celebrated at mach-meteor~speed+intervals, so the sea was grounded as the glue of aim, a horoscope of time-bending~percentages to better-steer or sanctify a blessing.
That reminds me of a looney-tune’s trail~booster! So Pokemon the 2nd-Movie shows the higher-man as both exeggutor and slowking, the most surprising train going choo-choo-choo for chocolate covered trees that walk and move.

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It is the season to be jolly Grandpa Yoda, a Yo-Yo of eternal-recurrence and blissful snowfall. It was a night that you would never forget on christmas!
It was a Staff of Purity to sanctify a blessing of time and a horoscope for the Pokemon.
Aeon Neon Kindle Hold-letters can by flying up in the air over acres.
The darkest depths of the water were swerving towards that singularity of Salamence as a lost-green. Ein from Pokemon holds a spoon. Venus is the best Pokemon Trainer
A perfect God starting the Big Bang, and teleporting Gengar with his voice was a devil-vapor~pavement+wrecking/ball

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A Big Fat White Stone of Amber, separated from all the rest in virtue by a stick.
White = Meganium, Stone = Tyranitar, Amber = Snorlax, Suicune, Delcatty, Vileplume, Banette, Steelix
Lava or Volcano-Crown = RaptorWizard is “Sabrina” from the Book of Silence, that was devouring it, or Tyranitar.
That moment of realization seemed to stretch on forever, time distorted and slowed, and she felt herself drawn out across an eternity, staring into the warbeast’s eyes for endless eons. A piece of warped and broken time was utterly beyond her experience or conjecture, but now discovered that it was coming from the earth beneath her feet, and that the ground was beginning to shake. Each had its rules, symbols, totems, and intended duration, a pretty pattern.

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Garth, temple-warlock~arbiter+tree/Oracle – Death, Life, and Time. It was time that created lords, worlds, and everything. Dreams somehow connect to existence, beyond the world of creation. What if it’s “not” just space beyond the bottle of our Temple? But what if the quest means more than the alignment of malevolence? You disrupted the whole cosmic balance, by favoring life over death.
If a WarLock is higher than a Wizard, then what does that make me? Chikorita jumps to the top and becomes the highest! Feraligater as Zarathustra is a radioactive core of all consciousness. Meganium’s the sweetest and cutest of all the Pokemon! It’s impossible to make the transition of a trap-binding~circlet? But from where does the ocean form a pacing swirl? Worlds drain a binding steak!

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A giant space sub arboretum was extra dining and carbon drinking, like a certain ice cube or irreplaceable grotto was a giant snowman miner, so the ocean was swerving into a vain existence.
There’s an impossible sort of gravitational-nexus~transition from a hair-cream propeller that better flips up sand as a caterpillar over monsters in escape hatches that redirect trains and wax forks over an apocalypse eclipse brimming with vitality! An ancient breathing of a bubbling-double~star was a switch-blade for your canvas, so it all came alive.
Metagross was vaccinating the caveman of the vampire! It was a pale-stone of a mystical-magnet~getaway that drummed in flaws and hardship. It was a bright television of a falling anchor.
So the question is greeting the new dawn!
We awoke with dry ice and painful annihilating screens of a tube bottle box gift that writes or stirs a boot, a contemplation of the endless Father, a wheeling-sun~crater of the highest-evanescent~beauty yet for beholding.
A sun-circlet~crown of will, and a deep-sun~rider of a far away Tempest-Fountain, a never ending dream symphony of a star-catcher, a flaw in walls and bridges.
So better controlling the cat-takeover~crest+base was Kyogre the shark, a stick of lemons for lips of rubies, and Albert Einstein blowing down dream bubbles that hose-prolong the hots that you got moving the block.
Replenishing or flipping and putting fudge over everything to seal it together
So what if nothing makes sense, or wings are tilted and sliding? Then You’re already there!

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The Earth-Refinery of Solar-Flesh – So if you disregard it or throw everything down the drain, then the new-world subjection-subservience is a subway.
Batman Beyond Dark Night – Garth is the Dark Magician – It was an ancient dream castle or random teleportation pads as the glass came destroyed through the highest faith into a better state. By jumping into that which is sharp or painful, it was pushing the shore-line into a power~plant!
The legendary web-spinner was a plate of strange-alien~dialects and deep, underlying themes of a mystical flow~channel! It was coughing down a chimney of a sub-conscious~garden that’s awakened in your pond, the dying embers of a faded-luxury. This was a trip of 3-singing~boats that all bombed down the shell of a carbonite-gray, a deep and expensive undertaking of a listener’s stillness to the furthest-mystical~melody that was the implant of bicycles showing disrespect to president-shark~stick, just throwing random sludge everywhere!
Ene was giving birth to a baby that ate chocolate for potato chips. It was a maximized-fullness~awakening+spectrum
Greeting the New Dawn – We awoke with dry ice and painful annihilating scarecrows. Of a tube bottle box gift that writes or stirs a boot. A contemplation of the endless Father, a wheeling-sun~crater. Of the highest-evanescent~beauty yet for beholding. Sun-circlet~crown, Far away Tempest-Fountain of a deep Sun~Will, symphony of a star-catcher

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A far down substance abuse drinks and subjects a lineage of an aegis-wall for counting the days of a pale white harvest. It was a catapult of epic proportions and ginormous leaps, an irreplaceable-boundary of never-ending~success.
So the trees could catch the cold with the highest-silver~paranoia for a majestic-juvenile of dream-timelines. It was a surf-board of the eternal-engine~crowbar, a devilish-janitor of horoscopes that can refill you.
This is what puts reincarnation at the top of the super-market, the most lovely surprise of a delightful loudmouth, a beating of the tap-dance~doorway that sticks your leg out. Bunny was just an abused conceptualizer director chicken, roasted and clubbed to death. It was acting a lot like a majestic-imagination~monopoly, just hunting down Oracle’s-vains.

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Da Vinci is the Winter-Solstice of the laser~capture for understanding the Prophet.
Pupitar is the best Pokemon, the UnderSeer of Evolution, the rumble of Rainbows, veils and glasses of fireworks and families, ignited and grounded on uneven surfaces, but how do you pass through 6th house Telvanni into a Solar-charge that electrifies collars?
The pale-Prophet was turned sick and gross with a very Greece-like and protective extra special-wand that was flashing diamonds. It was moving in and out to a hyper-hand rabbit, a set of letters and symbols that act like a forest-mansion of hexagrams, a luciferian-hose~head of an extreme-redirectory of ultra-sensitive chocolate-bags and celtic-metronomes, a call that beckons or subdues and worships a Wraith of faded Twilight for a deep-dream~star or laughter and giggles through ginormous talismans of a dream-side~lodge for inner mysteries and preaching or explaining a black box of death and shark eggs for shields and transformations being a momentary getaway of a far greater inspiration for transpiration!
It was throwing paper plates into a seduction twister, a northern reach of far away themes that implants thoughts and bombs of a blessing sofa wedding web bug.
You caught the love-bug with Bunny and were crowned as “Dear Diary”! So this man and this Bunny being the club of a breeze were boarded and shrunk. It was a dream-getaway~mansion as Alaska blinking the lights of Arborealis. It blew in as the manifesto of a thick Tempest. It was combined-fusion~polmerization of Hair! It was accepted as Night-Core~bursts of Sunny+D! You can walk or stomp on anything as its own trampoline!

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Vases were ruling the Clarity-Present~Arcanum. The sun comes through the Pyramid, so Tyranitar is a radioactive core of all consciousness, a symbol of a fading moonlight and a far away rose crown of signatures in the flesh as a Paradise for the Oracle’s Vains transpiring through shells of a retarded-Gray, clear as Bunny’s fin!
Bunny’s a MerMaid for Patchy the Pirate, Oracle of Veins gone coo-coo for cuffs on hands, or a fin for feel.
The Mermaid was film-vanity and overhaul showering, like millions of twinkling-snowflakes that catch you in a warp-tube bed-seal, an instant electrocution or lockdown of your zoo for identifying explanation and territorial trees, a right of passage and plunge into simplicity, or an ever-changing~dream+curtain that levels the playing/field.